7. Skylar

Chapter seven

Skylar

Y es, Daddy.

I’d said it and I’d meant it, at least for the night, and with a deep, shuddering breath I crossed the entrance into Hiero’s darkened apartment. The ceilings were high and sloped with exposed wooden beams from which an ornate candelabra hung, and the walls were made of the same stone masonry as the bar below. Lit by only the moonlight filtering in through the stained-glass windows, the centerpiece of the space was a very impressive, minotaur-sized bed. I found myself liking the openness of the space, as if my minotaur had nothing to hide.

Hiero appeared to live simply, but the space was homey, decorated with artifacts from the natural world and a few house plants growing in pots. His furniture was worn but seemed to have been chosen with comfort in mind. There was a fireplace too with an animal-skin rug and cozy-looking recliner, and I imagined curling up in front of the fire on cold, winter nights while the snow was falling outside.

But winter was still many moons from now and who knew where I’d be then?

Do not get attached.

“I like your place,” I said. The bass of the music reverberated through the stone floor, but the sound was muted by the many carpets, making the sudden quiet even more noticeable.

“Thank you. It’s the monastery where I grew up.”

That explained the name of the bar and the large pewter cross around his neck. And his name too, I supposed. Wasn’t the Hierophant a religious figure in some human cultures? I hadn’t done all that well in my studies, not with hunger always snapping at my heels like a vicious dog, but I’d paid attention in the classes that dealt with cultures and belief systems. You could learn a lot about a person according to whom or what they worshiped.

“Was he good to you? The monk?” I asked while hoping he had been. It couldn’t have been easy growing up as a halfling.

“Aberthol was a very good man,” Hiero said with genuine warmth. “And I have the Wolfsbane Clan now, who’ve adopted me as one of their own.”

I was glad he’d fallen in with a good crowd. It was harder to find kinship in Emrallt Valley, as our society was much more rigid with the various guilds controlling our labor and associations. Hiero would likely have ended up guildless in Emrallt Valley, much as I had. But here he’d become a prosperous business owner with a community to call his own. It was admirable all that he'd achieved. Perhaps I should have struck out from my homeland years ago, but it was all that I’d known and for all their faults, the fae were my people.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked, turning me toward him as if we were slow dancing.

“Yes, please. Something without spirits?”

“Sweet or sour?”

“Sweet, generally.”

He went over to the bar to prepare my drink while I sized up the massive iron-framed bed with a generous helping of pillows that looked as if it had been custom-built to fit Hiero as well as a few lovers. I couldn’t help but notice the sturdy bed posts too, one at each corner with metal rings welded on, which would make it easy to restrain a lover, if Hiero was into that sort of thing. (I hoped he was into that sort of thing.) The mattress was at the perfect height for being bent over, and I suspected that being in his line of work and looking the way he did, Hiero had never suffered a drought of attractive bedmates. I would be just one of many, I thought to myself with some ruefulness, but then, hadn’t I wanted the same from him? A night of pleasure to dull the heartache of my recent past?

As he mixed our drinks, I admired his broad shoulders and tapered waist, the impressive mounds of his ass. His bovine tail flicked behind him like a whip, the end of it with a bushy tip the same color as the hair on his head that looked soft to the touch. He had nice, meaty thighs and thick calves too, a wide stance that was probably necessary to accommodate what hung between his legs. Mmm… I couldn't wait to see more of him.

Play it cool, Skylar.

He pivoted slightly and caught me staring, then smiled and offered me the drink. I took a few sips—blackberry with basil and something sweet, maple syrup perhaps?

“It’s delicious,” I said.

“Glad you like it. Can I get you anything else?”

I shook my head. It had been a while since I’d seduced a near-stranger and never a man of his kind. I didn’t know the proper protocol here in the Dragonback Mountains. We fae wooed our conquests with gifts and jewels and lavish food. It was how Cedrych had persuaded me to bed him, not that it had taken much convincing on his part. But a quick scan of Hiero’s apartment told me that offering up some silly trinket simply would not do.

I suspected this minotaur liked to meet things head-on, so I took a more direct approach. “How do you want me?” I asked. With my shoulders back and chin up, I held myself still for his slow perusal. His nostrils flared and his lips parted as he looked me over with careful consideration.

“I want you every which way, fae.” Coming nearer, he grabbed hold of the back of my neck and kissed me deeply. His tongue explored my mouth with a sort of proprietary thoroughness that left me weak-kneed and breathless. A taste of the dominance to come, it said, you're mine now and you'd better behave. Only once he'd had his fill, did he pull back and say, “Lose the robe, sweet thing.”

I let the silk slip from my arms, not bothering to see where it landed, as my eyes followed his every move. He kissed along my collar bone, then tongued the divot at the base of my throat. The warmth of his breath against my skin sent shivers up and down my spine and a rash of desire across my skin. My ache to be touched by him was a tangible thing, stronger than any craving for food or drink. My wings quivered in anticipation, sending pulses of arousal to my lower half. I reached down to discard my underwear too, but he stopped me with his larger hands on mine.

“Let me.” Dropping to his knees, he licked along the edge of my silk panties, then nuzzled my cock and balls with his snout-like nose. My prick strained upward along the meridian of my navel with my testicles tucked up high and tight. I was considered well-endowed for my kind, but I suspected my minotaur was packing an altogether different unit. He mouthed along my shaft, dampening the fabric with this tongue and eliciting a rumble of satisfaction from deep within my chest.

“This is pretty,” he said, stroking over the silk with a sure hand. “But I bet your cock is even nicer than the packaging.”

“One way to find out,” I said, practically panting.

He smirked and gently tugged on my panties with his teeth until they were clinging to my thighs. “Mmmmm, that is nice,” he murmured and went back to nosing along my groin as if to scent me. I spread my legs wider and relished the soft, warm touches, my arousal warring with my impatience. Waiting had never been my strong suit.

“I wondered if you were bare down here too,” he said, drawing his hand along my length and tugging on my sac as if testing its elasticity.

“Not all of us are.” There was a line of fae descended from higher up in the mountains who were hairier than the rest, but my family hailed from the south, where the temperatures were mild. My body hair was sparse and near translucent.

“I want to put a ring on this,” he said and for a second, I thought he’d meant my finger, but his eyes were still intently focused on my cock.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said as my anticipation kicked up another notch.

He went over to his bedside table and pulled out a few things, none of which I could see because his broad back blocked my view. “Get this wet for me, boy.” Turning toward me again, he placed a soft, doubled-over rubber ring in my mouth. My saliva coated the instrument thoroughly, as instructed.

“How will you–” I began to say.

He dug into his discarded glass for an ice cube and started skating it along my shaft. Goosebumps rippled across my skin, a nice counterpart to the feverish heat, and I felt my prick wilting from the icy chill. “Good boy,” he murmured as my cock curled up like a fiddlehead. My embarrassment at going soft was a small humiliation, one that amped up my arousal even more. Daddy making his boy soft for him, Daddy yoking his boy's cock with a ring, Daddy deciding when to take it off….

I stood there patiently as Daddy maneuvered my cock and scrotum through each of the double loops. It fit snugly, as if made for me, and I wondered if there was some enchantment involved.

“Looks good on you, baby boy,” he said.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Now let’s see if I can get you hard again.”

He took hold of my shaft, his firm grip stroking me with surety until I was fully aroused and straining against the black rubber ring. It felt both better and worse. Better because I was completely under his control, worse because I’d have to trust him to know what I needed. He watched me struggle, a slow sweep of his eyes up and down my naked body, assessing both my torment and my pleasure.

“Atta boy. Now sit on the edge of my bed and hold yourself open for me. I want to see what your hole tastes like.”

My, this minotaur was direct. I found myself blushing, even though I’d been in more compromising positions before. His gaze stayed steadily focused on me as I complied. Blame it on my abandonment issues, but being wanted by this man was a turn-on that fed some deeper need inside me. I sat on the edge of his mattress with my legs raised and spread wide, gripping both my knees to make myself more accessible to him. It was whorish and wanton and I loved it .

“I dreamed about you like this,” he said, cupping himself through his leathers, then using the heel of his hand to force down his erection, which was… sizable.

“Did you?” I was flattered that he’d thought of me at all.

“Yeah. Only your hole was dripping with my seed and your hair…” His eyes passed briefly over my head. “Your hair was a mess too.”

“I can take it down if you’d like.” I reached up to undo my braid.

“No, leave it.” He stayed my hand. “How do you feel about me pulling your hair, just a little?”

“I’d like that.” I shivered from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. “You can be rough with me, Daddy, if that’s how you like it.”

“How do you like it, boy?”

I blinked in confusion at his sincere question. No one had ever asked me that before, had always just assumed I was theirs for the taking, or perhaps that was what I’d always conveyed. “I don’t know,” I said, at a loss for words.

“Then we’ll have to figure it out together, won’t we?” He leaned down to kiss my forehead, and I nodded, feeling younger than my years. His tenderness made me feel like a fledgling all over again. “This is going to be a tight fit,” he said, sounding not at all displeased as he placed both his thumbs at my entrance and gently massaged. “I’m going to have to give this pretty little hole a lot of attention. ”

The touch-starved part of me delighted in that. Cedrych–I really shouldn’t have been thinking about him right then–but Cedrych seldom gave his affection freely, nor did he entertain much foreplay during our lovemaking. He was rigid and methodical and executed our intimate encounters as if they were a military drill. Even when we were alone, he was stingy with his affection. I was discovering more and more that physical intimacy was something I craved.

“I like having your attention,” I blurted out, feeling even more exposed than my nakedness.

Hiero caught my eye, and perhaps he saw something there, because he said with intention, “I’m going to tend to you all night, Skylar, even after we both come. You’re going to be so wrapped up in my arms that we’ll still smell like each other in the morning.”

I nodded, eyes stinging, and gave a tentative smile. He smoothed one rough hand over my thigh like gentling a horse and motioned for me to lie back. Then, after securing himself a footstool to sit on, he dragged my ass to the edge of the bed and placed a gentle kiss against my pucker.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy."

I moaned–it was impossible not to–as he proceeded to lick my hole like it was a rare delicacy. His tongue was longer than most and teased the walls of my channel with alarming dexterity. It curled and writhed inside me like a serpent and my thoughts blurred to indistinct shapes and colors. I quivered under his ministrations like a taut bow string as a fine sheen of sweat broke out all over my skin. Thankfully my wings were already tucked away, lest they be damaged by the wanton grinding I was doing against his face.

“Daddy,” I moaned, caught up in the sensation.

“You taste good, baby boy,” he hummed with contentment. "Sweet like candy."

He dragged me closer and ate me out with such fervor that I was practically sitting on his face. It was deliciously filthy, especially the wet, smacking noises he made, and I moaned as if my night’s wages depended on it. His horns rested against the juncture of my upper thighs on either side, trapping me in place, and I liked that I couldn’t so easily escape his hold.

“You can’t keep doing this to me or I’ll explode,” I protested, near delirium. Even with the ring around my cock, it throbbed as if on the cusp of climax.

“Like honeysuckle and springtime. I can’t get enough of you, fae.”

“I may faint,” I warned, not even exaggerating, for the pleasure coiling in my balls and tripping up my spine was simply too much.

“I’m going to plug you to train you up for a bit while I explore the rest of this beautiful body.”

“Okay,” I said shakily, not because I was fearful but because he’d already given me so much. Most of my previous lovers hadn’t even bothered with prep. This sort of treatment felt lavish and indulgent, dangerous because I didn’t want to get used to it. And the way he spoke to me, like I was a treasure, was novel too. So often my lovers had acted as if my body was a debt that I owed them in exchange for their coin or meager attention.

Because you’re a guildless, unremarkable bit of fae trash.

I banished the queen’s cruel words from my mind. Even if it was only tonight, I was special to this man, my Daddy, and I wasn’t foolish enough to try and convince him otherwise. His appreciation made me want to fulfill his every fantasy, so while he retrieved more toys, I spread my legs wider and fingered myself for the sheer pleasure of it. Daddy liked me this way, slutty and shameless and begging for his cock. I didn’t have to be respectable or fit his vision of what a proper suitor might be.

I could finally be myself.

“Skylar,” he said, temporarily dumbstruck as I licked my fingers and plunged them back inside. A low groan escaped me. I loved playing with my hole, loved the buildup to being stuffed so full, even if it was only with one of my toys. I liked the sensation of being filled with a lover's cum too, a reminder that for a short period of time, I'd owned them–their pleasure, at least. For every man who’d fucked me also left a piece of themselves behind.

“Do you like me like this, Daddy?” I asked.

“Yeah, I like watching you stretch your pretty little hole for me. You’re a slutty thing, aren’t you, boy?”

“Yes, always have been. What’s that you’ve got there? ”

“I had a mineral sorcerer fashion this for me.” He showed me a plug that appeared to be made of rose quartz. “It’ll expand as you relax. I don’t want you to tear.”

“I wouldn’t complain,” I said, not because he might hurt me but because it wasn’t in my nature to do so. He reached for a bottle of oil, and I held him off. “I don’t need it. I produce my own lubrication. That flavor that you tasted, it’s my natural serum.”

“How do you…” he began.

“We eliminate our waste through urine and sweat. This area is only for pleasure. And birth.” Speaking of fae anatomy… “At the end of this channel is my womb. All fae have them in case you were wondering.”

“But you have a cock, a rather impressive one,” he said.

I smiled at his compliment. “The distinction between genders is more fluid with our kind. I present as male, but my body can produce eggs or sperm.”

“Has it always been this way with the fae?”

“It’s more common in younger generations. We choose our mature gender as fledglings, or we choose not to be gendered at all. The Goddess blessed us with this adaptation to prevent our kind from going extinct. The birth of a fae child is a rare and much celebrated occasion.” The only exception being my own birth, I thought bitterly. I tried to let go of my resentment towards my parents, but it still cropped up on occasion .

That information made him pause, his thick eyebrows pulling together on his forehead. “Could we…” He cleared his throat and began again. “Could we… reproduce?”

“Perhaps, but I’m on a form of contraceptive that will last until I have it removed.” It was Queen Gwyneth’s stipulation. She’d even insisted on witnessing the procedure with her royal physician to make sure the deed was done, which had been a miserable experience, especially because Cedrych couldn’t be bothered to attend, so it was just the queen staring coldly at me while the doctor implanted the neutralizer in my womb. Goddess forbid Prince Cedrych be a father to a common bastard.

“I wonder what our pup would look like,” he mused. “If it’d have wings, or horns?” He smiled absently, which endeared me to him even more. Cedrych had not once entertained the possibility of us having children. Legitimate or not, I would have loved them with all my heart. Could I help that I was charmed that this near stranger was considering what our child might look like?

“Looks like you want to be a Daddy in more ways than one,” I teased and poked him with one painted toe.

He smiled bashfully and shrugged. “Big families are a blessing.”

“I agree.” I reached up to stroke his jaw with tenderness. The moment was weighted with something far more profound than a one-night stand. I needed a distraction from these uncomfortable emotions. “So, how long will it take for your enchanted butt plug to work?”

He chuckled and got back down to business, slowly inserting the smooth stone inside of me. It was a stretch, even at its current diameter. The surface was warmed quickly by my body heat as it pressed against my inner walls. I whimpered at the first expansion, a wonderful ache.

“Does it hurt?” he asked with concern.

“No, I like that you’re taking the time.” To make me yours .

“No need to rush.” He brushed the hairs from my sweat-dampened forehead. “And I like you like this. Strung out and needy. You’re beautiful to watch.”

“Are you going to undress?” I asked, lest his gentleness trigger my tears. “I want to see the size of this mystical cock I’m going to take. You’ve certainly built it up enough.”

He laughed and got to his feet, making a show of lifting off his chainmail vest and setting it aside. His tank came off next to reveal the full expanse of his furred chest. He was definitely built like a bull with two pierced nipples poking through his chest hair, a sweet surprise. I couldn’t wait to wrap my tongue around them and drive him wild. Another line of fur arrowed down his abdomen, and I wanted to lick that too, follow the trail right to my prize.

He removed his heavy leather belt next and peeled off his tight pants. His cock was every bit as impressive as he’d claimed: long and thick with a foreskin that resembled the velvety texture of deer’s antlers. His cockhead alone was the length of my pinky finger, slightly rounded at the tip and a wet reddish hue. His balls were heavy and large where they swung like a pendulum beneath his turgid member.

“You weren’t exaggerating.” I licked my lips, seeing both the bull and the man reflected in his sex organs. I couldn’t wait to ride him.

“Too much for you?”

“You insult me. Just don’t bruise my lungs.”

With a grin, he climbed onto the bed and proceeded to devour every inch of me with his curious gaze. “I like your tattoos. Are they ink?”

“It’s a dye made from a flower that only blooms by the light of a full moon.”

“I love the way they shimmer.”

I hadn’t realized they’d started shimmering again. They’d dulled over the past year or so, probably a result of my declining mental health. Perhaps it meant that I was on the right path after all.

“You can touch them if you want,” I said, because he seemed hesitant. “I promise they won’t hurt you.”

Hiero gently traced a design of an intricate knot on my shoulder. It was the first tattoo Monica had given me, a loop without end, a symbol of our eternal friendship and loyalty to each other.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, pressing his warm lips to my skin. It was too much, the way he touched me with such reverence .

“May I worship you?” I asked.

“You may.” He lay back with both hands behind his head, inviting me to explore.

“Your skin is a lovely shade of brown,” I remarked.

“I never met my sire, but I suspect he was Red Angus. There are herds of them in the highlands.”

“It’s beautiful and so soft,” I said as I ran my hand over the rich umber skin of his shoulder and upper arm, feeling the muscles ripple and flex underneath my fingers.

“I have four stomachs too,” he said with a grin. “Well, one stomach with four compartments to be exact. I’m a very picky eater.”

“Me too. I only like sweet things.”

“So, I’ve noticed. How do you not get cavities with all the sweets that you eat?” he asked.

“Our saliva is highly acidic to break down the sugars.”

“Fascinating. Keep doing that. Your lips feel good on my skin.”

I continued to map the contours of his body with my hands and my mouth, lingering on his pierced nipples to flick them with my tongue and watch them pebble to a dark, reddish-brown hue. Going by the groans of pleasure he made, Daddy definitely liked that, something to note for later, if there was a later. No need to get my hopes up.

Get out of your head, Skylar, and enjoy the prize of a man underneath you .

I licked down the trail of hair on his abdomen, tasting the salt of his skin and taking in the scent of freshly plowed earth. His tail wound around my leg and the soft switch tickled my inner thigh whenever it brushed against me. He had a few jagged scars across his stomach that I traced with my fingertips.

“What’s this from?” I asked.

“Broken bottle. Back in my brawling days.”

“Is that why you wear chainmail?”

He nodded. “Doesn’t hurt to have a little added protection.”

I reached lower to stroke his heavy cock and found that his foreskin had a soft downy fur. I raised my fingers to my mouth and sampled the fluid that dribbled from his slit, viscous and tangy but not bitter.

“You’re not put off by it?” he asked, watching me closely.

“Put off by a huge, savory dick? No, not at all. You know some human cultures worship bovine creatures? The species is considered to be an earthly manifestation of the divine.”

Smiling, he touched my hair. “I like it when you worship me, fae.”

I sunk lower on his expansive bed so that I might nurse his beautiful dick, taking care to keep my pointy teeth behind my lips. The head of it was like licking the inside of a mouth, wet and slick with fluid. His length slid easily across my palate and tickled the back of my throat like a second tongue.

“That’s good, boy,” he said in appreciation as his hips flexed upward. I hummed, delighted to be praised. He rocked into me gently and I relaxed my jaw to take him deeper. My first sexual partner had trained away my gag reflex when I was still a fledgling. I’d thought we were lovers, but he was really just a pimp, preparing me for resale. The memory of it was bitter but the result now was rather sweet, especially when the tip of Daddy’s long cock tickled my esophagus. I swallowed around his girth, eliciting a deep purr of satisfaction from deep within him.

“How’d you get so good at this?” he asked when I’d come up for air and was flicking the slit of his cock with my tongue.

“The fae used to have to suck their nectar directly from the blossoms, and some of the flower tubes were rather long," I told him. It wasn’t a lie, though the real reason was that men wouldn’t pay as much coin if you gagged on their dicks or cried every time they choked you. Aside from the rare exception, most wanted you to enjoy it. Lucky for me, I considered sucking cock an artform and took great pride in my skills. When it was a man like Hiero, the praise made me positively bloom.

“You make it look easy, pretty boy.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

As I continued my worship, the stone kept expanding, causing my channel to ache with the need to be filled, a desire that was almost painful in its intensity. I wanted Hiero inside me with a mounting desperation, but I wanted to be good for my Daddy, show him I could be patient and earn my orgasm without complaint, so I continued to worship his cock, relishing all the wonderful noises he made, his deep huffs of pleasure and the spontaneous buck of his hips, as if he couldn’t control his body’s reactions. Finally, Daddy's big hands took hold of the back of my head, and he began stroking in deep to set the pace for his pleasure.

He was rough but not mean, the penetration deep but not painful. I lost sense of time and place, focusing only on the rhythmic sensations of being used by a Dominant in the very best way. When he seemed on the verge of climax, he pulled me off gently and wiped my messy mouth with his thumb.

“You’re perfect,” he said, taking a moment to admire me. “You ready to ride this mystical cock now, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, gazing back at him with a quiet yearning.

“Climb on top, gorgeous. I want to see if fae boys really can do it better.”

I smiled but was determined to prove my silly claim. I straddled his lap with my long legs on either side of him and placed my hands against his chest, awaiting his next instruction.

“You are something else, aren’t you?” he remarked, eyes shining softly. He held onto my waist with one hand while his other hand reached underneath to pump the smooth crystal in and out of my hole, causing me to shudder and groan atop his strapping, masculine form. I gripped the ladder of his ribcage to brace myself while he worked me over. The sensation was a terrible tease, filling me but not deep enough, tormenting me with this shallow pleasure. When he finally eased it out, I was surprised to see it had nearly doubled in size. Goddess bless the elasticity of fae bodies that allowed us to take bull-sized dicks.

“Don’t take more than you can handle. No need to impress me by injuring yourself,” he said and held up his thick cock for me to mount. His flesh was primed and waiting, standing so tall it looked like it was reaching for me.

I perched on his bruising colossus and began my slow descent. My slick hole sucked in the first few inches easily. Hiero hissed through his teeth while gripping my ass cheeks, holding me up so that I wouldn’t accidentally slip and impale myself. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead and across my chest as I hovered there, my thighs burning with effort.

“Atta boy,” he coached. “You feel so good, Skylar. So hot and tight and wet.”

“Tell me I’m a good boy,” I said, hanging on his every word.

“You are such a good boy,” he said, one hand stroking along my thigh. “A beautiful, sweet boy who takes cock like a champion.”

The stretch was intense, the burn was exquisite, but I didn’t stop until his entire shaft was encased by the warmth of my body. Twitching and moaning, I’d never been so full before, never felt like my body was a sheath for a cock and nothing more.

I loved it.

“Skylar,” he said in a ragged voice. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so deep inside another person.”

“I’m going to take care of you now, Daddy,” I promised and unfurled my wings so they might aid my momentum. The air around us shifted and the scent of our mingled sweat and sex spurred me on. “You only have to show me how you want it.”

“God, yes,” he said with a deep, satisfied sigh.

With one hand on my waist and the other cupping my ass cheek, Hiero fucked into me from below with slow, sinuous rolls of his hips. I rode him like the ocean waves. My wings were open and receptive, humming from the influx of sensations. The tip of his cock swept against the opening of my womb on every upstroke, and my prostate pulsed in time with my heartbeat, feeling as if it had swollen to the size of a robin’s egg. Each slide of his shaft rendered the pleasure more exquisite. I let out a sudden wail of catharsis and found that it didn’t end there. It was simply too much to bear, being taken care of in this way. My defenses fell away until only a raw nerve remained and I started to sob.

“Skylar,” he soothed, swiping at my cheeks with his thumb.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, because I needed this so badly.

“I won’t. I’ve got you, baby. Let it all out.”

I inhaled a shuddering breath and with a renewed determination, continued to ride him as he stroked upward. We moved in perfect synchronicity as he remade me from the inside. Like a blacksmith taking a hunk of metal and reshaping it into something new, I wasn’t Cedrych’s anymore, not his lover, his whore, or his shameful secret. I was my own master, and I’d chosen to submit to a Daddy with kind eyes and a strong, steady disposition. I wanted to purge every toxic feeling that had been clogging my spirit for the past two years. Mounted atop my beautiful minotaur, I soared above the swamp of insecurity and doubt, and for the first time in a long while, I felt beautiful and free.

“You are a vision, Skylar Larkspur, and such a good boy. Now, come for me, sweetheart. Make Daddy proud.” He slipped the ring from my cock, and that slight brush of his hand against my swollen shaft triggered my climax. My spirit soared, my body high on endorphins as I rode him to ecstasy. My channel tightened around him as I spit thick plumes of cum all over his hairy chest. He didn’t pull away or chide me for the mess; he simply lay there underneath a pile of my spend and pumped his hips gently. He’d come as well during my orgasmic flight but was still fucking into me with languor as if wishing to secure his seed. Briefly, I too wondered what a child of our passions might produce, but just as quickly, I dashed the thought away. This was one night of lust-infused carnal passion, and that was all it was meant to be.

“Come down here so I can hold you,” he said, rolling with me so that he could wrap me up in his big arms, still with his slightly softened cock nestled deep inside me and my legs wrapped around his waist. I tucked my wings to be closer to him. “Keep my cock warm for as long as you can,” he said, a gentle command.

“Yes, Daddy.” I tightened up to hold him inside me. I kissed his bearded cheek and buried my nose in his neck so that I might hide away for a bit. The scent of him was familiar now, and it calmed me.

“We’re going to rest for a spell,” he said, “and then I’m going to make you come again and again, until these sheets are saturated with our seed and our sex is all you can smell. You’ll have to tell me when you’ve had enough, baby boy, because I’m sure I won’t tire of watching you unravel.”

“Until morning,” I said, for it was what we’d agreed upon.

“Until morning.”

He kissed the part in my hair, then rested his chin there. With both of us on the edge of slumber, he murmured, “You are something I’d like to come home to.”

I smiled to myself. Even if it was only the sex talking, he’d made me feel special nonetheless, so I clung to that sense of belonging like a lifeline, hoping it might sustain me in the lonely days to come.